Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
Realization There's no easy way to be free
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...
Oh.
No! No! No!
Niners? Mayans? Who?
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
I'm right here, baby.
...and drive back to Nazi town.
I never had the nerve To love you
Expensive car.
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
Come on, Clay.
Getting it done.
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
Heh. Miracle drug.
...or we find you and we do this again.
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
It's bullshit.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
Right as rain is.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
I'm glad he's doing good.
- He was brown. Right.
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
I missed you, bro.
Holy shit.
True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
You have no idea.
Run them through Dungloe.
They're Mick pricks.
Tell me you killed my wife.
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
How was the walkabout?
What do you think, gentlemen?